Where were you on 9/11?

In the days after 9/11 I slept with the TV on. Somehow I thought that I would be able to get the first news about anything that would happen after the initial attack.

I woke up late one night and saw a tiny clip of an interview with a construction worker on the streets of NY.

The woman reporter was talking to a construction worker and asked him about going back into ruins to look for survivors.

He answered, in a giant, thick Aussie accent-and I paraphrase here-

"I have to go back, those are my mates in there...."

I was at work as a corporate travel agent. When all airports closed, we had stranded clients calling us, angry that they couldn't get home. Like it was our fault. Grown executives yet! But don't think everyone knew the seriousness of it immediately. There are only a few occurences that I still remember like it was yesterday, and this, of course, is one. I put a few Flags out already. Candles are ready.

I was at work. I work in a factory. Someone from the office came through and told all of us. They had a tv turned on in the conference room and told us we could go in there and watch the reports on our breaks.

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Originally Posted by Taz_Zoee

We will be flying our flag on Saturday outside our house.

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Originally Posted by Laura's Babies

Lets all light candles Saturday and place them on your front porch/door steps in memory and in tribute of those who lost their lives that horriable day.

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We fly our flag everyday, but I will have 4 candles burning on my front porch tonight - one for each of the four incidents. Unfortunately, we sometimes forget the plane that crashed into that lonely field in PA, and also the plane that struck the Pentagon.
Hoping that all my fellow PT'ers will in some way, remember and honor those who lost their lives on that tragic day 9 years ago.

I was cleaning houses then. I told my clients that I would not answer the door or phone, that I never turn on the TV or radio, and that I take only a short lunch break. That day a man knocked on the door; I didn't answer. He kept knocking, going to the back door, side door, front door, frantically knocking. I finally relented and said "That lady of the house is not at home". He said "We're under attack! We're under attack!" I thought he was a loon so I started to close the door. He said "I'm the mail man and I know Mrs. ______". He wasn't dressed in his uniform so I didn't believe him. Then he asked if he could come in and watch TV. That's when I closed the door and called my client at work to tell her what happened and ask if I should call the police. She said "Mary, we are under attack. Turn on the TV". She later thanked me for protecting her house.

I was at work (in Germany, it was already afternoon when it happened). A friend sent me an email, telling me about the attack. Minutes later, everyone at work seemed to know... Or boss set up a tv so we could watch, but I decided to drive home 'cause I wanted to talk to my American friends online. I remember driving home and listening to the horrifying news on the radio. The reporter almost cried when he talked about the collapsing of the second tower... Everything was so unreal, almost surreal, hard to imagine that any of this had actually happened. Turned on the tv immediately when I came home, saw all the horror over and over again. Talked to a friend on the phone for hours, and we both cried. What else could you do with all these innocent lives lost that day? :( I was glued to the tv until way past midnight. Seems like yesterday to me.